Trick or Treat
I’ve always liked Halloween. The costumes, the sweets and chill of spooky in the air.
I have never been trick or treating. When I was little Halloween didn’t mean knocking on strangers’ doors and collecting a bucket full of sugary snacks. Instead me and my sisters would dress up at home. We would find all manner of squelchy, sticky, smelly liquids and mix them together in a bowl. We would go out into the garden and add some more mucky ingredients. Then, we would wait. We would wait for Dad to get in from work and no sooner than he could walk through the door we would yell “TRICK OR TREAT?”
And he would always, knowing our plan and seeing our expectant, devious little faces say “Trick” and endure the forfeit of dunking his hand into our gooey potion.
This year’s Halloween gathering was a little different. I’m still a fan of fancy dress but my interpretation of Halloween is now a far from a little green face paint and a Minnie Mouse jumper.
The things you can do with a little liquid latex and black contact lenses.
We all got dressed up (some put in more effort than others) and we drank and danced right through witching hour until the early hours, it was delightfully wicked evening.